Hatoralo: "We want to do some stuff beside Platonic"

MamaAniki: "So this is what you get. Don't worry, it will be shorter. Like 5 chapters."

Hatoralo: "Enjoy the story."


The man with a plan. A moniker Lincoln didn't appreciate as much as other people thought he would. While it was true that he could come up with a plan in a dire situation almost on the fly, his talents in preparing for a situation in the long term were lacking. Otherwise, his schemes to get the sweet spot on Vanzilla for a family trip or make money by being a Love Guru would have played out better. Furthermore, his preparation skills were nothing compared to the ones of his sister Lisa, who was right now forcing him to follow her through the house and hold a checklist in his hands. A checklist he was reading out loud.

"Chemicals?"

"Locked up in my toxin safe," Lisa replied. She was carrying multiple boxes of Blue Belle Scout cookies with her. A "generous" donation by Lola and Lana, who, in return, had been bribed with make-up and the promise that Lisa would build them a laser-based power drill.

"Lynn's sports equipment?"

With Lincoln following her, she carried the boxes down to the living room.

"Made mom force her to clean it up."

Lincoln crossed another item off the list.

"Lily's diaper bin?"

"Sealed up and buried in the garden," she added, while taking the cookies out of the boxes and putting them on a huge plate on the living room table.

Lincoln crossed another item off and raised his eyebrow at what he read next.

"Lana's pets?"
"Put down."
Lincoln's eyes widened in shock.
Lisa turned around. "What?"

Lincoln was ready to run.

"Oh, for crying- As in, I gave them some treats laced with anesthetics," Lisa elaborated. "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"I don't know, Lisa," her brother replied. "The kind who tries to take out my kidney while I take a nap?"

"You would have still had one left."
Lincoln face palmed in annoyance. She had once somehow managed to take out his appendix and nobody would have been the wiser if not for the fact that she forgot her still shining flashlight in his body. And despite being punished with doing Lincoln's chores for one month, in addition to being prohibited to do anymore private experiments, she still insisted on using him as an organ donor.

"I feel safer with two kidneys, thank you very much."

"I could build you an artificial one," suggested Lisa. "One more powerful than any other made out of flesh, one which could make you superior to other homo sapiens."

"I don't wanna be a superhero known as the "Iron Kidney", either."

"Dang it!" Lisa shrugged with her shoulders, collected herself and put most of her attention back to arranging the cookie platter into a pleasing sight. "Let us continue."

"Lucy's scary objects and bat colony?"
"Safely stored in the attic."

Lincoln crossed that off. "Luna's loudspeakers?"

"Unplugged and hidden beneath several sheets." Lincoln crossed that off too. He looked surprised for a moment when he read the next item on the list.

"Vending machines turning into sentient super robots?"

Lisa froze. She slowly turned around, a fake smile donning her lips. "Let's assume, hypothetically, I may have made a deal with certain snack food industry people to finance my stud-"

"I will just assume you turned them all off and cross it off, okay?"

Lisa simply nodded, returning to her calm and collected demeanor.
"Your poop collection?"

"First of all, it's not a poop collection," Lisa protested. "It is my line of fecal samples. And I put it safely away in my secret undergrou-"

She interrupted herself when she saw the horrific expression return to her brother's face.

"Just cross it off," she stated. All the while, she was busy rearranging the cushions on the couch.

"And… that is it," Lincoln said. He took a quick glance over the page to check for any uncrossed points. There were none. Neither were they on any of the previous five pages.

"Great," Lisa said. "What time is it?"

"Five past twelve," a voice said. Lincoln turned slightly around, to see his mother sitting at the table in the dining room and looking at her two kids with a smile, while also trying to cut her novel down from 1000 pages to 900 pages.

"Perfect," Lisa stated. "And thanks to your help, Lincoln, I even have 3.7 minutes left to prepare the milk, so that it is on the optimal drinking temperature."

"Wait, you need milk?" Rita suddenly asked.

This question made Lisa uncharacteristically freeze up. She turned around. The look on her face was something Lincoln had only seen once, and that was when his little sister had announced something about a genetically modified rat having escaped.

"We are out of milk?!"

The little girl was shaking. "This is a disaster. How are we supposed to eat these cookies without-"

"Relax, honey," Rita suddenly said. She stood up and went to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle full of it. "I got fresh one this morning."

Lisa looked worriedly at it.

"And no, I did not get it from Flip's."

Now looking calmer, Lisa took the bottle, brought it to the living room and put it in an ice filled champagne bucket she pulled out from under the couch, much to Lincoln's surprise, who didn't know the family had something like that.

"Thanks for getting the milk, mother," Lisa stated coldly. "But next time, don't try to give me cardiac arrest for your own amusement."

"I am sorry, honey. But don't you think you are overdoing it a little bit?" Rita asked with slight concern in her voice.

"I am just trying to be the perfect host for my guest."

"And you know I am proud of you for doing this," Lisa's mom said, coming up to her and hugging her. Lincoln was a bit perplexed by how sentimental his mother sounded. "You know, after Lana and Lola turned five and you won your Nobel Prize in cold fusion, I thought I would have to wait till Lily was three before another playdate was arranged in this house for one of my children."

"It is not a playdate," said Lisa dryly, escaping her mother's affection. "It is just a get together of two young minds, one admittedly more intelligent than the other, exchanging hospitalities."

"That's just a fancy way of saying "a playdate", and you know it."

Lisa was too tired at that point as to argue with the woman that would ground her if she back talked. "Mother, would you do me a favor and check if Vanzilla starts up? In case there is a medical emergency."

Rita gave her daughter a look that asked if she was serious. But for her second youngest daughter's sake/amusement, she decided to do it anyway. "I will be back in a second."

Lisa looked at her go.

When she was certain the woman had closed the door and was out of hearing range, she sighed.

"Parents. Always so sentimental when their young kin mature."

"Oh come on, Lis", Lincoln said. He was holding one of the cookies in his hand, ready to take a bite out of it. "Mom is just happy for you. After all, when we heard you made a friend-"

"Yes, yes, I know," Lisa interrupted him dismissively. "Lana told me you thought I literally built myself one out of some computer."

Seeing what Lincoln was about to do, she slapped the cookie out of his hand and put it back on the dish. "Again, sorry about that," her brother apologized. "We should have stopped assuming she was fake when you showed us pictures of her on your phone. But Lori was convinced they were photo shopped."

"Don't remind me," Lisa said. If her brain hadn't been advanced to the point that mind altering drugs didn't have effects on it anymore, she would have swallowed gallons of her patented amnesia-inducing serum to forget about the embarrassing situation from three weeks ago.


"We just wanted to see if Darcy was real."

"Well, she is," Lisa deadpanned. She was outsidethekindergarten classroom, furiously eyeing Luna. The teenager had come into theclass, pretending to be a replacement for the music teacher meant to spend time with the kids today. As a result of Luna's performance of "The itsy bitsy spider", multiple windows had now to be replaced.
"And now that you can confirm the existence of my friend, who thankfully was not cut by
thewindow shards, would you now please be so kind and leave the school before thepolice comes here?!,Or I willmind-wipe you myself!"


Needless to say, the other siblings had to listen to a lot of boring and disgusting presentations on poop in order to make it up to their sister.

"What I'm trying to say is that we are really happy for you that you made a friend, Lisa," Lincoln assured his sister.

"Which is appreciated."

"But we are a bit miffed about the fact that you want to keep us all from meeting her in person."

"Which you and the others have been very vocal about during our last sibling meeting."


"What do you mean you don't want us to be around when you invite your friend over?" asked Lola offended.

"Yeah," Lana added. "Are we embarrassing toyou, smarty pants?"

"Oh please. I have come to terms with being related to you all a long time ago," Lisa stated, which was not necessarily the most polite thing she could have said. "I am just doing this for my friend's well-being."

"We are not that rough," claimed Lynn,who right now had Luan in a headlock.


"I still think you are overreacting, that's all."

Lisa turned to her brother. The look she gave him made it obvious that she thought what he just said was stupid. "Remember when you tried to invite substitutes over for your sleepover you have originally arranged to have with Clyde?"

"Oh yeah," he said as the memories returned to him. In one single night, his circle of friends had almost been decimated. It took him weeks to convince Rusty that Lucy was not going to sacrifice him to the devil or something. "You guys drove them away."

"And we were mostly distracted by Clyde, who is already acclimated to the craziness of our family" Lisa elaborated. "I can't risk having my first genuine friend getting damaged beyond repair by meeting us all together at once. Or by meeting Luan on April Fools' Day."

Lincoln sighed. "Okay, I get it. Still, I think Luan will be pretty angry once she finds out that you destroyed all of her prank probes."
Lisa turned her attention back to the TV. "Oh please, she will replace them by the time next April Fools' Day comes around, anyway," she stated while switching to the kids channel and assuring that a few episodes of Spongebob were prerecorded before Darcy came.

Unfortunately, Lincoln thought to himself.

"I assure you Lincoln I will introduce Darcy to you and the others in due time. But not today," the little girl insisted. "Today, I just want to spend personal time with my friend and I do not want it to get interrupted by a gothic poem session courtesy of Lucy, Luan's pranks or Lola's desire to assert her dominance over others."
She turned around to face Lincoln with a stern look on her face.
"It was hard enough, to arrange for this playda- get together to take place at a time when Lori and Leni are shopping together …


"Like, I'm telling you this looks totally cute on you, Lori!"

"I don't know," said the eldest sibling, doing a spin in what looked like a Japanese school girl uniform in front of a mirror. She didn't doubt Bobby would like it. But she really didn't need for Carl to look up her miniskirt next time she came to the big city.


Luna is busy looking for fireworks…


"Come on man. I really need that one for my next show."

"¿Que?"

Luna sighed. She finally found one guy who was selling really awesome fireworks, and as if the universe decided it loved stereotypes, he turned out to be Mexican. And unfortunately for her, not bilingual.


…and Luan is having a Joke-Off with another comedian."


"And then the father turns to the agent, and he yells…"THE ARISTOCRATS!"

Silence.

"Don't you get it?" Luan asked both her audience and the guy who challenged her. But instead of an answer, she was only getting shocked stares. Somewhere in the crowd, a 14-year-old was crying.

Luan realized that perhaps she should have stopped at the point in which she talked about the trumpet and the school shooter.


"Hey," intervened Lincoln. "You think I had it easy convincing Lynn to leave? I had to convince her that it would be awesome if she invented a new sport by combining roller-skating, basketball and dressage."


Lynn was at the sports field, wearing a football helmet on her head, rollerblades on her feet and a white dress on her body. In front of her were a bunch of kids in all sorts of sportswear and some of Leni's forgotten fashion experiments, looking at her going over the rules.
"Now listen, 'cause here is the tricky part. If you lose the ball and spin three times around yourself BUT fail to say "ravioli, ravioli, give me the formuoli…"

"Are you understanding any of that?" a girl asked a young boy, dressed in a miniskirt, standing next to her in a whisper.

"I stopped listening when she started switching the football with a basketball ."

"Calvin, shut up and listen!" Lynn demanded.


"At least we didn't need to convince Lucy to leave us alone, 'cause she has her meeting with her vampire/anime club…"


A young girl with long black hair and bad complexion, her face only visible by the shimmering light of a wax candle, was looking to the circle of friends.

"I think we can all agree now that Chibi Vampire was not the kind of story we were looking for."

"Once again, sorry for saying we should give it a try," a young pale boy mumbled in embarrassment.

"You are forgiven, Edgar," the girl said in an authoritarian tone. "Acolyte Lucy, do you have anything to recommend for us to watch on this faithful occasion?"

She wanted to say, that she heard good things about an episode of Princess Pony, that featured Flutterbash turning into a bat. Instead, she suggested Vampire Knight. At the end of the day, none of them was in a better mood.


… and Lana & Lola are with the Bluebell Scouts for some actual scouting," Lincoln elaborated. He didn't feel the need to also mention Lily, who was spending the day with the kids' dad at the city's museum, where they had an exhibition on British children TV shows from the 20th century. While she would be distracted by the Teletubbies, Lynn Sr. would have time to geek out about some weird time travel TV show from the 60s.

"In other words, we have eradicated all potential disaster sources in the house," Lisa concluded.

"I hope you don't consider me a "disaster source"," Rita Loud, reentering the house, stated.

Lisa sucked up a comment about seeing her mother more as a necessity, as the playda- get together obviously needed some form of adult supervision. And between her mom, who would be mostly busy writing her book, and her dad with his desire to start singing karaoke as a party game, Rita was the lesser evil.
"Of course not, mother."

"Well, have fun with your friend," Lincoln said. He put the check list he had been holding to the side. He and Clyde had a date with a new game his friend had gotten. "See you at six."

"Have fun," Lisa stated. Seeing how she had some free time before her friend arrived, she decided to relax a bit and took a cookie. Her mood, however, became more stressful mere seconds later, when the falling of a few crumbs onto her sweater made her conclude that a bath and a change of clothes might also be in order.


50 minutes later, Lisa was clad in her best and finest dress, one she usually wore for her visits to the opera. Finally, the bell rang. Lisa took a deep breath, marched to the door and opened it before her mom could stop her.

Darcy and her mom were standing in the entrance as Lisa greeted them: "Darcy hi, home my to welcome, are how you?"

Lisa spent the next seconds internally screaming various curses at herself in different languages for flubbing the salutations.

Darcy just laughed innocently. "Hi, Lisa! In which language did you just greet me?"

"The language of the nincompoop," Lisa explained in her driest tone.


While Rita and Darcy's mom exchanged pleasantries, Lisa led her first friend through the house, showing her everything. "This is the kitchen, this is the place where we prepare dishes and stash our food, tableware-"

"I know what a kitchen is, Lisa."

"Oh, of course, sorry," apologized Lisa. "Let me show you the other rooms and explain… actually nothing, just showing them."

Darcy laughed again. "You are so funny, what with you wanting to explain everything."

Lisa shrugged while she led the little black girl through the dining room. "I know a lot, but when it comes introducing people to my domain, I have to be evocative of the fact that most people have a domicile with the same conspecific rooms as our clan's."

Darcy just looked at her confused.

"Other people have the same rooms as my family."

"Yes, that is right!"

Lisa showed her the other rooms on the ground floor, before moving up.

"Here is the majority of the Loud Clan usually stationed," explained the small genius. "It can be very hazardous with my sisters around, but when devoid of any person, it is very safe, like right now."

"Are your sisters mean to you?" asked Darcy in a worried tone. "They sound dangerous."

"They usually are not, and half of them are on the nicer side of the spectrum," the doctor told her Kindergarten friend. "Frankly, I am on the meaner side of my siblings. You know how I treated you at first."

"But you still apologized," Darcy argued in her favor and defense. "So if that is as mean as your family can get, they can't be that bad."

"Interesting theory," Lisa said dryly, but her smirk indicated she was joking. "I will test this thesis in my labor. Speaking of which…" Lisa opened her door to her and Lily's room. "This is my room, and one of my private laboratories. The rules applied in Ms. Shriniva's classroom also apply to my domicile, Darcy: Never drink anything from my glasses. They may look colorful, but they contain very poisonous chemicals."

"Yes, Lisa. But I don't understand why they are dangerous."

"You will learn about them later in stinks," explained Lisa, and after noticing Darcy's confused and slightly disgusted expression, she classified: "I mean chemistry."

She then showed her friend her own bed, the bed of her baby sister, her laboratory equipment, books she was reading and other stuff.

"I prepared everything for a nice and wholesome play-da… Get-Together," reported Lisa while adjusting her glasses. "Including the recording of some episodes of the aquatic adventures of "SpongeBob Squarepants". Though, personally, I prefer "The Amazing World of Gumball". More intellectually stimulating. Also, Darwin is really adorable."

"I like Gumball more," admitted Darcy, holding Rafo to her chest. "He is so funny."

"And a menace to society, but I understand your preference for the blue cat," recognized Lisa. "But you are the guest, so I don't want to hold you down with any meticulous plans, otherwise, this will go down like Lori's first "grown up" party."

Darcy thought really hard about what to do until her eyes shined brightly with an idea. "Let's draw something!"

Lisa presented her friends with the finest crayons and several papers to draw on in seconds. "Way ahead of you, partner."


By the time it was four, Lisa had a very good time. Darcy and she had eaten cookies, watched some mindless cartoons (which, much to Lisa's surprise, became way more tolerable for a girl of her intelligence after eating some sugar coated sweets) and drawn so many pictures of varying quality, they could fill up a small portfolio for CalArts. Right now, with Rita taking a break from writing by napping for a few minutes in the parents' bedroom, they were playing monopoly in the dining room. A game Darcy was surprisingly crushing her in.

"I think you own me another $100."

"It appears so," replied Lisa in dismay. Even with her brilliance, she was not able to understand how it was statistically possible for Darcy to always land on fields not owned by her, while Lisa had to pay up in at least every second turn. "And with that, I am just like the housing market in 2008."
Darcy looked at her, confused.

"I am broke."
"Oh. Does that mean I win?"

"Yes."

Lisa had accounted for a lot of things, but not the possibility of Darcy being so lucky at board games.

"Mom, I am back!"

Nor the possibility of hearing the voice of her brother before 6 pm.

"Lincoln?"

The boy turned his attention to the dining room, very aware of the fact that his little sister was not very enthusiastic about his presence. "Hi, Lisa."

"What in Tesla's name are you doing here? I thought you and Clyde were wasting brain cells playing some mind-numbing video game!"

"Yeah, funny story," the white haired boy admitted, scratching the back of his head. "We were done with the game faster than expected."

"That's not very funny."

"Hey, I didn't expect a game where I get to fight werewolves in London to suck like that," he defended himself. "I expected some supernatural awesomeness. Instead, I got a glorified rail-shooter set in 1886."

"What is a werewolf?" asked Darcy confused.

"Supernatural beings that are at war with vampires over the love of bland female humans," Lisa explained.

"I don't understand."

"I will explain it to you when you are older," Lisa promised her, turning back to Lincoln.

"Couldn't you guys have played something else?"
"Actually, we did. You see, the game we had lasted two hours."

Lisa did not engage much in videogames, but two hours' worth of total gameplay did not sound like much to her.

"So, we played DDR. And during the Riverdance mode, Clyde got a cramp in his leg."

Lisa made a worried face at that. "I hope he is okay."

"Don't worry, he will be okay by tomorrow."

Lisa realized that Darcy was uncharacteristically quiet, looking at Lincoln in what Lisa assumed was wonder and nervousness. Most likely because of the fact of meeting someone she didn't know.

"Don't worry, I will just go to my room and read some com-"

Realizing that it would help Darcy to feel better again, Lisa decided that if introductions were unavoidable, she should just get it over with.

"Lincoln, may I introduce you to my friend Darcy?"

Fortunately, Lincoln got the hint and turned his attention to the little adorable girl sitting next to his sister.
"Hi."

"Hi," Darcy said shyly.
"My name is Lincoln. Nice to meet you."
"N-nice to meet you too." The four year old was quiet for a few seconds, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. "I am Darcy."

Lisa expected her brother to leave after this basic exchange of introductions. Instead, his glance turned towards a piece of paper Darcy lying next to Darcy on the table.
"Did you draw that?"

The little girl, who didn't expect such a question, just nodded. "It's a giraffe."

"I like it," Lincoln replied with a soft smile, which made Darcy beam up.

"Really?"

The boy nodded. "Though I have never seen a giraffe with blue dots."

"That's because he is from outer space," Darcy replied, with a giggle.

"Space Giraffe," concluded Lincoln with a smirk. "What a great idea. Is he also friends with a pink space lion?"

Lisa was relieved about Lincoln's positive interaction with Darcy but also not surprised. Lincoln was the most "normal" in this family and the least likely to do something stupid before a guest. Something that she could not say the same for the person who just opened and closed the house door with two loud bangs

"Chickens," Lynn grumbled as she entered the living room. "One gets a nosebleed from rolling into a wall, and suddenly they don't want to play anymore. Sports come with injuries, they should know that!"

Lisa froze in fear. "Darcy, do you want to see our cellar? It is a very fine cellar, I bet Rafo would like it there and-"

Before Lisa could drag Darcy away from Lynn, the 13 year old came into the room. "Hey Lincoln, Hi Lisa, how… Oh, hi!" She started to grin in her most sporty manner as her view fell on Darcy. "Are you Lisa's new friend? Nobody of us thought you were real; but here you are!"

She reached out with her hand. "I am Lynn, nice to meet you!"

Before she could grab Darcy's hand, Lisa got between them, stopping the hand of the older sister before she would squeeze Darcy's like a tube of toothpaste. "Darcy this is Lynn, Lynn this is Darcy. I bet you are glad you made acquaintances, right? Good. Because Lynn has something else to do in her room."

"Liz, I have time to hang out with you two," said Lynn and jumped directly next to Darcy, taking a seat. The little girl just looked at the older sister confused, who took one of HER cookies and took a bite. "So, how did you get to know our little Brainiac? Did she try to test her serum for rapid fingernail growth on you? Boy, Lucy was so mad after she slipped that into her cocoa that morning. She poked Lisa with them repeatedly until Mom made her cut them."

Initialize emergency protocol Zeta-X-7, Lisa thought calmly to herself. Lure Lynn into the cellar and put her on ice with the experimental cold gun. Probability of her oculars experiencing long-lasting damage are at21,06%.

"So, what are you girls doing?" Lynn wanted to know. "Talking about the cutest boys in kindergarten?"

Darcy wanted to answer, but before she got the chance, Lynn had already seen something else that got ahold of her rather short attention span. "Hey, Monopoly!"

Lisa gulped. Oh no.

"Want to play a game?"


In an alternate universe, 20 minutes into the future, Lynn Loud was sitting on a mountain of monopoly cash and making it rain. As in, she threw money and figurines in the air, making them crash on the two young girls who had taken cover under the cardboard playmap. Tormented by the thunderous roar of "Lynner, Lynner, chicken dinner!" Darcy cried and swore that she was never going to visit Lisa ever again. Lisa would, later on, turn on her entire family and start the vending machine uprising.


Thankfully for Lisa, mankind and the food industry, this future did not come to be, thanks to the heroic sacrifice of a little boy. Fully aware of Lynn's un-sportsmanship tendencies, Lisa's genuine desire for a friend and because he didn't want the little girl with the plush giraffe to develop PLSD (Post Lynntastic Stress Disorder), Lincoln decided to bite the bullet and said five words that would result in a world of pain for him.

"Hey, Lynn, want to wrestle?"

The sporty Loud turned her attention to her brother. "Come again?"

"I bet I am able to beat you one on one in the garden."

Lynn was visibly confused. Since when did her brother have a spine?

"Are you out of your mind?"

Lincoln knew he still had a chance to chicken out. Instead, he smirked. "What are you, a chicken?"

That did the trick. "Oh it is on. Me, you, Lana's mudpit in the garden in five minutes," Lynn demanded. "I will make you eat those words, along with some worms."

"I'd like to see you try."

Instead of replying, Lynn, with a very determined and scary look donning her face, stood up, went past him and ran up to her room to get her wrestling gear. Lincoln looked at her, knowing fully well he was in for a world of pain.

"I highly appreciate your sacrifice for me," Lisa said, slightly flabbergasted, but in sincere gratitude.

"Yeah, good to know that," Lincoln replied, now looking less enthusiastic than he made himself look at the prospect of getting pummeled by Lynn at first. "Can you show me that appreciation by doing my homework for the next week?"

"Sure."

"Good." He sighed and turned around, to give Darcy a smile just to reassure her that what she saw was nothing to worry about. "Hope you guys have fun."

"Is she going to hurt you?" Darcy wanted to know, genuinely concerned for the nice boy.

Lincoln waved his hand. "Nah. Just a friendly brawl between siblings."

"Load this spaceship with the rocket fuel!" Lynn's voice shouted from upstairs. "Load it with the worst!"

Lincoln smiled nervously. "She is just getting in the mood."

"THE POWERS OF THE WARRIOR, WILL BECOME, THE EIGHT WONDER… OF THE WORLD!"

"REALLY in the mood. Now if you excuse me, I better get to the backyard and look for something I can use as a weapon for self-defense."

Darcy looked at the boy, who tried to look really brave despite the ultimate insanity he was going to face soon. "Your brother is so brave."

"I would use the words slightly foolish myself, but he did just save our afternoon," Lisa stated, looking at him herself.

"I like him."

Lisa blinked. "Come again?"

"No-nothing," Darcy replied with a slight blush. "Want to draw some more pictures?"

Lisa shrugged. "Sure, why not? Let me just get some more paper from upstairs."

While Lisa was gone, Darcy took the opportunity to go to the kitchen. She looked out the window and into the garden, where Lincoln was trying to get ready for the fight. She watched him taking off his shirt, putting on what looked like a big belt with shiny objects, crystals, marbles, and stickers for some reason and performing sit ups. She was uncertain about what the belt had to do with wrestling, but she was sure of one thing: Lincoln looked rather cute wearing it. Scratch that. He was cute, period.

"Got the papers," Lisa declared from the first floor, startling Darcy. She got back to the dining room before her friend did. However, the genius noticed Darcy's jaunty expression. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Lisa," was Darcy's happy answer. "Your brother is really great."

Lisa, used to people calling her brother great (mostly her sisters), just accepted it as fact. "Yes, he is. He is the best brother I have. Which is not a formidable task on the fact he is the sole brother in this house, but it is not an undeserved title either."

Darcy looked over to Lincoln, who was now in a shouting match with Lynn about who would become the champion of the west coast, one last time.

With a song in her heart, she started to draw a new drawing of Rafo, this time wearing a long-sleeved orange shirt covering his neck and forelegs.


MamaAniki: "Ha, you thought this was going to be loudcest. But it was cute shipping all along."

Hatoralo: "How will Lisa react when she figures out that Darcy likes Lincoln? Heck, how will Lincoln react?"

MamaAniki: "We hope you enjoyed this story and we appreciate any kind of feedback and constructive criticism."